This began as a blog of my experiences coming to fatherhood late in life.
At some point it changed into something that mattered more - a time capsule of messages to my daughter for her to read in the far future when I have become a memory.
"We're all stories in the end."

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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Nature

So my daughter brought home a crayfish - a remnant of the brood they had been raising in science class - as a pet. It has clearly been bested in crustacean battles, as it is missing one claw, one leg on the right side, and three of the legs on the left side. Also, one of its antennae is little more than a stump. Moiya's chosen name for it?